I lost my child today People came to weep and cry As I just sat and stared, dry eyed They struggled to find words to say To try and make the pain go away I walked the floor in disbelief I lost my child today. I lost my child last month Most of the people went away Some still call and some still stay I wait to wake up from this dream This can't be real, I want to scream Yet everything is locked inside God, help me, I want to die I lost my child last month. I lost my child last year Now people who had came, have gone I sit and struggle all day long To bear the pain so deep inside And now my friends just question Why? Why does this mother not move on? Just sits and sings the same old song Good heavens, it has been so long I lost my child last year. Time has not moved on for me The numbness it has disappeared My eyes have now cried many tears I see the look upon your face "She must move on and leave this place" Yet I am trapped right here in time The songs the same, as is the rhyme I lost my child.........Today ~ Netta Wilson 1996 ~

I Lost My Child Today

Poetry for Parents Who Have Lost a Child

I will begin adding poetry sent to me, or found on internet sites of grieving parents like us. The feeling is nothing like losing a parent or friend. It is nearly impossible to understand this plain of grief unless you live it every moment of every day. -JI

Don't tell me that you understand Don't tell me that you know Don't tell me that I will survive How I will surely grow Don't tell me this is just a test Apart from all the rest Don't come at me with answers That can only come from me Don't tell me how my grief will pass That I will soon be free Don't stand in pious judgment Of the bonds I must untie Don't tell me how to suffer Don't tell me how to cry My life is filled with selfishness My pain is all I see But I need you I need your love, unconditionally Accept me in my ups and downs I need someone to share Just hold my hand and let me cry And say, "My friend, I really do care" ~Author Unknown~

Don't Tell Me

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die! Mary Frye (1932) Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the song that will never end. I am the love of family and friend. I am the child who has come to rest In the arms of the Father who knows him best. When you see the sunset fair, I am the scented evening air. I am the joy of a task well done. I am the glow of the setting sun. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. (Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die! Wilbur Skeels (1996)

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep